A/N: So glad to be back from my mini break between stories! I missed updating my Bee stories :D. So, let me shut up to allow you guys to read. First kinky moment ever! Well, not really but, yeah.
Disclaimer: I do not own any TF Revenge of the Fallen items.
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Honestly
I stared at her eyes lustfully, knowing I have been being to patient with her far to long.
"Do you want me, Bee?" She purred into my ear. My mouth salivated in sexual hunger at her erotic act towards me.
"Yes, Carter. I want you so badly. I've been wanting you ever since I rescued you," I huskily whispered into her ear.
"Then, take me. Claim me. Love me." She gave one of the most seductive smirks that set my sexual desires on fire.
"As you wish, Mistress..." I mumbled, running my lips down her jaw. She shuddered in pure pleasure, my hand swiftly ripping her shirt off. She bit her lip, forming a vulnerable pout on her face.
She was all mine.
She moaned as I lapped on her flat, olive colored stomach. She tugged onto my hair, knowing that was an absolute turn-on for me. Lowering my lips more south, I hooked my fingers on both sides of her panty, sliding them off quick. I rubbed her inner thighs, knowing this was it. I was about to claim her. I knew one of the retched teenage boys had claimed her before me, but that can just rot in hell.
I ran my fingers through her, hilighted, now black hair when she dyed it last summer. I massaged her breasts, her breathing accelerating in speed. She looked at me, eyes droopy and begging me to claim her. I couldn't stop now.
"Take me, Bumblebee," She demanded. Taking my chance, I spread her legs, breathing quite nervously but, brought honor into my patience.
"I love you. I want you. I need you." I muttered, swooping her into a kiss, then her pureness was suddenly deflowered by me.
I awoke, my alt. form roaring to life. I transformed into my holoform, to stare up on the top of the stairs. I was in my beach house with Carter, she wanted a night with me before she left for college tomorrow. Leaving me was truly unacceptable, she is mine, but I know there was nothing I could do about it. Being a Sexually Driven Mech was driving my circuits nuts the past 2 years. I had pinned her down when she came out of the shower in a towel, nearly killed a man for flirting with her, and hadn't left her side for long periods of time and, many more symptoms. She was already suspicous at me for acting like that. No one knows about the change, but me and the Autobots. I ignored the throbbing, aroused, aching feeling down south of my masculine organ to stand up, subtly trying to cover my lap with a book I was 'reading'. I climbed up the stairs and saw Carter's room wide open with her on her bed asleep. I hungrily watched her chest heave, her shorts way to short for my sanity and that sheer, see-through tank drove my hunger to it's limits.
I resisted jumping in there to turn my dream into reality, instead I walked in carefully placing the book on her bedside table. She was laying at the end of her bed rather than the top, her laptop still alive along with her ipod and earphones active in her ears. I gently withdrew the earphones out of her ears and picked up her laptop and ipod to set them on her circular desk. Careful not to wake her, I slid my arms under her to shift her body the right direction on the bed, pulling the covers over and running over her balcony to close up the doors. After all was done I sat beside her on her bed. I ran a hand over her hair, her face looked the most peaceful after everything.
Her and Sam were heading to college together and I was happy about that. Knowing she would be safe with him and I can trust Sam with his adopted sister any day. Tomorrow afternoon, she was gone. No more pranking buddy, no more warm hugs, no more 4-wheeling in the night, and no more girl to sing to anymore. I jumped when her body twitched, she moaned.
Oh. Crap.
"Bee..." She moaned hotly, gripping her covers. My breathing sped 100 mph; might knowing what was happening to her. She slightly arched her back, her chest was rising and setting rapidly. She groaned, sweat started pouring out of her head as was mine. I gripped her arm, knowing I was mentally seducing her right now.
"S-stop...please." I whimpered as her groans and moans were emitting from those, pouty, kissable lips.
"Faster..." She breathed, her taking in a huskily breath. "Harder..."
"Wake up..." I croaked, my control beyond my comfort zone. The feeling of lust burning into my body.
"God...Bee..I'm coming..." She nearly screamed and that's when I snapped, knowing I passed the barrier.
"CARTER WAKE UP!" I yelled, her eyelids snapping open. Her eyes were bloodshot, wide and staring at me with desire and embarrassment.
"B-Bee?" She shrieked, gulping.
I panted, my body trembling timidly and I started shaking my head. "Just... wanted to say goodnight."
"Oh...goodnight," She sighed in relief, irritation in her eyes from disturbing her from the graphic dream I also have had tonight.
Running out of the room, I darted into mine, slamming the door shut before I punched the wall then grabbing a knife to bite on for a while. I clenched my teeth on the metal material, restraining myself from raping her, well, if she wasn't willing. Damn it all, she's not even my girlfriend. We haven't had any intimacy moments most of the time. To her, I was just a best friend. Not a lover. I can't stay in that best friend zone for long.
Patience...patience...patience.
My labored breathing had returned to it's normal state and I collapsed on my bed, quite tired by this lustful life. Though I wanted Carter sexually, I also wanted her lovingly. I wanted her in my arms all the time, the thought of her saying I was hers and no one else's, the moment when she says those 3 words to me. Contently, I sighed, knowing I have a tinge of proudness in me that I had control. With that, my alert had subsided into a slumber, awaiting for another dream.
Carter's POV
The sun blasted into my eyes as they opened, sitting up, I was reflecting in my brain what had happened last night. That dream and waking up to Bee was madness. Speaking of madness, that's what my best friend apparently looked like last night. His breathing was labored, his face was red with sweat, and what he didn't notice that I caught eye of a particular bulge in his pants. That's what caught me off track, thinking if he was present during my intimate dreamland state. Shrugging it off, I jumped out of bed to start the day of me moving off to college for the first time.
I skipped into the bathroom, investigating my groggy appearance. "Ugh, God! I look ugly!"
I grabbed my toothbrush to wash out the bad breath then grasped my towel to take a nice hot shower. As the water hit my body, I went back to recalling last night's encounter.
That dream. Has been non-stop these 2 years, and I had been getting whipped by embarrassments all the time. I now have the urge not to nap anymore, afraid of my actions that will bring loads of questions to me. Though that dream was utterly weird it was immensly...pleasurable. The word choked me, the thought of Bee driving into me made my face heat up.
"Stop it Carter!" I menatally smacked myself with that dirty thought.
"Oh sweetheart, you cannot control your urges," A familiar voice rang into my head. A voice that scared the living dead out of me but, was only present when I was angered.
Karxenia.
"Ugh, this has been happening to me the past 2 years!" I replied, screaming mentally.
"Then go for it. Your body wants him so why stop your urges?" Karxenia asked in disbelief.
"Are you crazy! This is Bumblebee we're talking about!" I shrilled, her chuckling.
"So? Don't you remember that unbelievable tent in his pants you saw last night? Don't you think he desires you in the same structure?" She warned me questiongly.
"Just...quiet up." I growled, effectively locking her out of my mind. Finishing up my shower, I wrapped myself up in a towel. I brushed through my tangled, damp hair and put some moisturizer on my oily, sensitive face. Light lipstick, eyeliner, and mascara endeared my face for a natural, summer look. I curled my long, black hair into soft ringlets the highlight of my old chestnut color still on the tips of my strands. My hair was now side-banged and a slight puff on my back like before. I had grown to 5'9, and the baby fat now dissolved into, statuque bones. My hips were now curvier, along with my chest for a small, petite, hourglass shape rather then the twig-like teenager I was. I had formed into a woman at the age of 19.
I dressed myself up into something comfortable, but sensible. I wore some black, flare jeans, a flowery, sleevless blouse that had a brown belt on the waist making my blouse puff out above it and some black heels. I fixed up my room and struggled carrying my luggage down. My foot had a misjudgement on the step and I tipped foward from the klutz attack then feeling a pair of arms wrap around my waist. I squeaked when the luggage handel slipped out my fingers as I was pulled up by my savior. The luggage tumbled down the stairs onto the floor with a loud thud. I exhaled sharply, only to notice I was still in the arms of a certain blonde guy.
"Wouldn't want you to be that bag, now do we?" Bee chuckled, his hot breath fanning around my neck.
"Y-yeah," I laughed bashfully and turned bright red. I gripped the stair rails and swiftly got out of Bee's hold.
"I'm really going to miss you," He sadly sighed, sticking his hands in his pockets.
I looked up at him, chuckling. "Don't worry, I'm visiting this Thanksgiving."
"That's 3 months away!" He whined like a little 5 year-old.
"Well to bad!" I drawled at his face. Smirking, he helped me down the couple flights of stairs until we hit solid ground before picking my luggage up right.
Oh, thank god.
"There, now that wasn't so hard now was it?" Bee sarcastically cooed me. I elbowed him, effectively making him gasp for air. "Jeez, sorry."
"Very funny, Bee. You know what happens during my mornings when I walk down the stairs," I reminded him.
"Yeah, you roll down the stairs like a bowling ball," He snorted, slapping his knee then laughing like a hyena.
I scoffed, giving him the cold shoulder to walk to the kitchen, leaving my luggage up front before trotting in, reverting my way to the fridge and browsing it's inventory. "Hmm...what to eat, what to eat."
"You know I was kidding, I'm sorry, Carter," Bee muttered near my ear. I gulped down a blush and turned on my tall heel to face him.
"Whatever, Bumblebee," I teased him, knowing he hated it when I said his full name.
"Okay, Cartrelle," He enunciated in the same manner. I glared at him, a smile threatening to form on our lips. We spluttered out our laughs now noticing this as a competition who could keep in the humor more.
I put on my allstar stupid face when I'm about to fall and Bee slapped a hand over his mouth, trying to control in his dignity and winnings. He jumped up on the counter, he sat down like a monkey with a blank, glum face. He then grabbed an...orange slice? Which he stuffed into his mouth before smirking a tangelo colored smile. I chuckled in my mouth, biting my tongue for a distraction. When he finally er, nearly gave up he jumped off the counter and sighed.
"Okay, okay, you win..." He waved his hand around his head and I guess the toe of his shoe got caught onto the floor and he fell foward, right onto the corner of the dining table. The corner was obviously centered and focused on Bee's man...goods when he screamed like a little girl as he held his groin, sliding to the floor and on his knees. That's when I flipped.
"Bahaha! Oh! My! God! Your face! You tripped! Hahahaha!" I roared in pure comedic laughter, my voice going up a pitch as I lost breath and the sides of my face and stomach started hurting. I fell to the floor as he groaned, finally regaining his postue and standing up to creep up to me. "Wait...what are you doing? Wait, wait, Bee!"
He ignored my begs and bent down, his fingers like jellybeans hitting me on all of sides. I laughed, my panting became labored as he wouldn't stop tickling me. "Are you going to laugh at me like that again?"
"No! No! I'm sorry! Sorry! I won't laugh anymore!" I yelled through my unstoppable laughter.
"Good." He halted his theatrics to let me stand up on the balls of my feet.
"Okay, you're forgiven and we're even," I declared, finishing the weird argument and competition.
He nodded with smirk, pulling out a couple pans, some ingredients of dairy, and a box of blueberries. He waved the box in front of me, metaphorically telling me what breakfast was. In fact, it was my favorite breakfast.
"Blueberry pancakes?" I raised an eyebrow at him as he did the same Sherlock Holmes look.
"Sounds delicous," He said in a detective voice, rubbing his chin.
Laughing, I stood by his side to start the batter. "Let's get started!"
Midway, the pancake mix was turning into a weapon when I flicked a powder of the mix at Bee's face as he flipping some eggs.
"Your face!" I howled in laughter.
Growling, he took a handful in his hand then aimed at me. "Let's see how you like it and didn't we say no laughing at that anymore?"
"Yes and oh hell n-" I was cut off in my warning when an eering feeling went up my nose and the mix smothered my face. I sneezed, the mix fanning out of my nose. "Oooh, it's fucking on!"
Grabbing an egg beside me; I flung it at him, the egg splattering onto his chest. "No! This was new!"
"Sucks for you," I rasberried at him with my tongue as he picked up one of the raw bacon strips. Before I could respond he pulled my blouse open and slid the bacon strip in. I squealed, jumping around to try getting it out. "Cold! Cold! Cold!"
"Who's sucks now?" He panted through his laughs.
I rapidly gripped the batter spoon in my hand and shoved into his mouth. He gagged, spitting it out. "Not funny, Bee!"
After that, the whole kitchen had shifted into a food fight of the ingredients. The walls had looked like an amazing paintwork of food. The floor was smothered in flour, icky mixes and batters, and we ended up using the water sprayer of his sink making the floor soaking too. Me and him looked as if we were flung through a food processer. His hair was wet and his clothes was oceaned by mostly the eggs and splattered blueberries. My face had tomato pieces like a red paint ball hit me straight at the face.
"Let's see how this feels!" Bee grabbed the sink sprayer and a blast of liqiud hit me right on my torso.
I shrieked, after he finished bathing me in the freezing water. Then everything froze, I glanced up at Bee and he was staring at my now see-through blouse. I subtly tried covering my bra area as his eyes were trailing around my stomach and abdomen.
"Let's get this cleaned up," He ordered, his voice was strained and croaky.
"Are you okay? I think the water is getting you sick," I asked concernly, slowly making my way towards him.
He was heavily breathing as he clutched the counter edge, his hand turning white. "Carter... stay away."
"W-what?" My brain spun, utterly confused right now at what was going on with him.
"Just...go take care of yourself upstairs, you're leaving today," He pointed out, his hand clenching.
"B-but-"
"CARTER. GO!" He roared, at me, unfortunately that was suppose to be a quick action respondment when he suddenly lunged at me. I fell to the floor as he pinned me down, straddling me. His eyes filled with lust and evil.
"Bee...what are y-" I cut short as one of his hands went to rubbing around my torso. He dropped his head down near my stomach, his hot breath colliding with my cold blouse. I was enjoying this, but what was he doing? T-this...isn't right!
He growled when I tried struggling, he bucked his hips at me, showing how this situation was somehow intimate. I bit back a moan and pushed him off as much as I could.
Shooting up, I ran full speed away from the kitchen, up the stairs and into my room. I slammed the door shut and locked it. Walking quickly to my balcony doors, I locked them up too.
What the hell is going on?
After I finished cleaning myself up, I changed my outfit into a jean skirt, white leggings, a tank, a jean jacket and my combat boots. I pulled my hair into a sided pigtail and once again stood at the door, deeply thinking if I should see what happened or not. Then footsteps clanked against the wood, and I heard Bee sigh.
"Carter, I know you're near the door and I just want to say something: Please...stay away from me. I want you to leave. I don't...want you here anymore. Truth is...I am..desiring you and that's dangerous. Don't ask why but, it is so, keep away...anywhere near me. Bye and good luck at college." His voice cracked in pain.
Somehow, my heart suddenly been shot. My best friend? He doesn't...want me? I put a hand over my mouth to keep myself from bawling to loudly. I slid down to the floor, my eyes watering. Was I really going to let that happen? No, but, he sounded so serious about it. Was the sweet robot turning into something...different. I have been noticing changes about Bee these past 2 years but, I never thought it would lead up to something chronic that would tear us up. No...I wouldn't let that happen. If he was in serious, dramatic changes, I had to know everything and I would stand by his side even if it killed me. I sniffed up at the tears and stood up to whip the door open. All I saw was pure air. I panicked, running out and near the beginning of the stairs.
"Bee!" I called, the name echoing my voice everywhere in the empty, cold house. "No, no, no!"
I jumped down the stairs but, the something shot beside my head. My eyes darted at a tiny robot, Decpticon on the living room coffee table. I screamed when it shot a gigantic blast that hit the stairs and pieces of wood came flying everywhere when the stairs blew up. I flew up into the air and onto the hard wood floor. Blood trickled down my head, the Decepticon flying over to me. It growled and I shrieked in anger, grabbing the Decepticon by it's neck.
"...Nicko..." It gasped out, the name making my blood go cold.
"What did you just say?" I growled, bringing it up to my face and standing up on my feet.
"...Revenge..." The thing laughed manically.
"Fuck him," I said, dispatching the helm off the body, the creature giving a shrill of pain. I dropped the dead scrap metal onto the floor. Brushing off the debris, I grabbed my luggage and raced out of the house. Pulling out my phone, I walked down to my yellow mustang, throwing my luggage in the back then jumping in the driver's seat and started it to drive down the mountainy road.
I speed dialed Sam and a panting breath came up on the line. "Sam!"
"Carter! Oh my god, we just got a Decepticon, ambush attack by kitchen appliances," He freaked out.
"Same here, I'm heading to your house and is Bee there?"
"Yeah he's here and-" A distant roar of a motor was heard in the background. "-he just left."
"Okay, look, there's something going on with Bee. He pinned me down this morning and...I don't know he said he doesn't want to see me anymore," I whimpered, my hand tightening around the steering wheel.
"What? What the hell! Carter, I don't believe that. You two are inseperable best friends, it's nearly impossible for him to be away from you for that long," He pointed out. I cried out in pain, my sobs appearing again with hiccups.
"But, he sounded so serious. Like he wasn't joking. I don't know what to do without him," I bawled, sniffling.
"Calm down, Carter, we don't want you getting into an accident. Listen, get over here and we'll talk about it and there's something else I have to tell you," Sam explained.
"Okay," I whispered, shutting the line off.
After speeding down the highways, I finally hit Witwicky territory. The house was smoking, the roof nearly blown off, and firefighters perimetered the area. A bad flashback hit my mind of Nicko, but I shrugged it off and ran over to the group of my close family.
"Carter!" Sam exclaimed, pushing his parents out of the way to give me a hug. I gradually hugged him back and Mr. and Mrs. Witwicky gave me one too after. A motorcycle entered the area, a brunette I had grown to be 'bfffl's' with. Mikaela slipped her helmet off and sprinted over to us.
"Hi Mikaela! Look, I got a bald spot," Mrs. Witwicky showed Mikaela as she passed by her. Me and Sam snickered at Mikaela's expression of a wary smile.
Then something glimmered at the corner of my eye. I gulped hardly, the breathing stopping when a shard of the Allspark we had protected 2 years ago was now in a plastic container in my adopted brother's hand.
Fuck my life.
Bee's POV
For once in my life, I felt empty and lonely, which was something I was not used too. Siding that, a new emotion had hit me more that ever, fear. Fear, how Carter would be with me as her gaurdian and best friend. Fear how she'll move on in life without me in the main center of it. Fear, on how much I just tattered our friendship now and fear on how she might never forgive me again.
Hearing her sobs through Sam's phone had bugs biting into a pouch of my love and lust and tearing it into pieces for the Decepticons yo call scrap. My life was now scrap. I guess I just have to live with it and accept the fact Carter is better off as a human-like woman without any alien robots. I was speeding down the highways and into beach territory. Heading uphill to my beach house, the stench of wood and debri hit my nostrils. Braking, I transformed into my robot form considering it was safe that the beach was vacant and the roads were deserted. My heavily metallic feet made their way past the trees, the sight had timidly surprised me.
There, the beach house that was once a glowing building of me and Carter's friendships and memories, crumbled into stacks of wood and smoke filling the air.
Decepticons.
The word had bristled me of the image of a Decepticon, slowly torturing Carter on her bed, guns and knives making their ways through her skin. Her eyes lifeless and betrayal covered, her skin blue and stone-like, and her heart weakening in pain, sadness, and anger.
From me.
But, I'll have to forget that sooner or later.
All I wanted to say though to Carter was: 'Honestly...I don't want you to leave.'
A/N: Whoo! First ever, sexy moment with Carter and Bee! How'd you guys like it? This is just a filler on how Carter is doing after 2 years, seems like she's been busy...
She sure has changed, I really wanted her to mature but, keep some of her weird personalities connected like the clumsy part, the stairs, and the playful relationship with Bee.
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